Warning: This chap has a daddy kink lol. Thought I'd warn just in case. It'll be in this chap for now though if you guys like it I can add it into future chaps too.
I pad into my kitchen topless and pour myself something to drink until I hear knocking on my front door. I'm not exactly expecting anyone, and I consider ignoring it but the knocking intensifies with every second. I open the door to see Ichigo. I'm kind of surprised because I wasn't expecting him. After he caught me following him around, he didn't call me at all and I decided against calling him too.
"Why're you stalking me? Isn't blackmailing me enough?"
Wow Ichigo, coming at me full force aye? Looks like he's here looking for answers.
For a moment I don't really know what to say. I just stare at Ichigo because I realise that I haven't seen him this close for a few days and I need to soak in the sight of him. He's dressed in casual clothing. Didn't even bother to disguise himself in any way. As usual I see his signature scowl, waiting for me to answer him.
"Come inside before someone sees you," I say, watching as he walks in and I close the door.
"Answer me Grimmjow."
I shove my hands into my pockets, smiling.
"It's not stalking. I'm making sure you're okay."
OK. There's probably a bit of bullshit in what I just said and he already knows it.
Ichigo squints his eyes. "So breaking into my house, following me everywhere and most of all: blackmailing me isn't a part of stalking? That makes sense."
I roll my eyes.
"I fucking love you. That's damn why I'm following your ass everywhere."
"Why're you so obsessed with me?"
Ichigo's pretty pissed but it makes me smiler harder. So what if I'm obsessed? He's the best damn thing I could have got my hands on. I start to remember the magazine I read a few days ago with Ichigo and Rukia's relationship and now's the best time to bring that up too.
"Why don't you explain the picture."
"What?" Ichigo looks confused. I walk over to my coffee table, grab the magazine and show him the picture. Ichigo's face lights up in realisation.
"Oh, that one."
"I toss the magazine aside, not caring where it smashes into and cross my arms. "So. Explain."
Ichigo frowns. "What's your problem?"
I find it funny that we both want answers from each other and neither one of us want to answer first.
"Why does it look like you guys just finished fucking and you take a selfie like that with Rukia's ass hanging out."
Now Ichigo folds his arms over his chest, staring at me defiantly.
"Sorry Grimmjow I didn't know Rukia's ass offended you so much."
Shit here we go with him defending his friend again.
"You told me you were just friends."
Ichigo doesn't saying anything and it's starting to bother me.
"It's not like your my boyfriend." Ichigo says.
"Yeah I am," I but in.
He stares at me for a moment like this is supposed to be some type of joke but soon he realises, blushing.
"Grimmjow…"
"Got a problem with that?"
"So we're a couple now?" Ichigo's smiling now.
I'm smiling too but I still need Ichigo to clear this magazine shit up with me.
"Yep," I say, "now tell me bout this magazine bullshit."
Ichigo chews on his bottom lip.
"Grimm it's not serious. We only did it cause…"
Ichigo abruptly stops talking as I unfold my arms, shaking my head in understanding. Ichigo's watching me, waiting for me to say something but I don't speak. I get what's going on now. Relationships between famous celebrities pay a lot of attention from fans and bring in a lot of money so I see why Ichigo's doing this fake relationship shit with Rukia. Can't say I like the girl but I'm not exactly threatened by her either so this shouldn't be a problem. I'm slightly annoyed that I didn't think of this before but even though I know this is a fake relationship, it still bothers me that Ichigo went along with it.
Ichigo sighs, "you said you were jealous but I thought you were kidding. Don't be so mad."
"Can't help it," I grin, moving in close. I can't stay mad at Ichigo for too long, especially when hes on my mind almost all the time and since he's cleared some of this up with me I'm feeling a lot better to see him so I'm going to be straight out honest with him.
"I'm not a sharer. Never will be. So what if I'm jealous? I told you you're mine. No one else will have you."
I grab Ichigo by the waist and pull him close. He wraps his arms around my neck.
"You didn't actually sleep with her, right?" I ask.
"No. Like I said, it's only for entertainment and it doesn't mean anything because Rukia's fucking Renji." Ichigo stops talking abruptly, his eyes wide as he covers his hand over his mouth.
Obviously Ichigo didn't mean to share that piece of information with me and it's got me laughing. I'm not even surprised. Shit, I should have expected something like this.
"You didn't hear that," Ichigo says, making me smirk.
"You just told a paparazzi that. I'm not making any promises."
Ichigo doesn't say anything but continues looking at me.
"So how long will this shit fake relationship with you and Rukia last then?"
" I don't think it'll last too long, especially if Rukia decides to share her relationship with Renji."
Or if a particular paparazzi shares it for them. I'm grinning. At least I know this fake relationship with Ichigo and Rukia will be short lived, and I can still see Ichigo whenever I want.
"So you still gonna do whatever I want yeah?"
"Yeah," Ichigo answers.
"Good boy." I nibble on his ear. Ichigo leans his head back, looking into my eyes. He presses his hands firmly against my chest, smirking.
"We're not having sex today."
"What about tonight?"
"It's not the weekend yet." Ichigo reminds me.
What the fuck is so special about the weekend? I'm not exactly the patient type but now I'm starting to suspect Ichigo is up to something.
"Then I'm not letting you go until then." I grab his arm.
Ichigo opens and closes his mouth to say something, eyebrows knitted together.
I wasn't kidding when I said I would kidnap his ass. Kurosaki stares at me then pulls his arm away. He looks at the front door then back at me.
"What do you mean?"
He knows exactly what I mean though he doesn't look angry so I think he's just playing with me. I pull him towards the couch and push him to sit. Ichigo falls back and lands on the couch, frowning at me.
"You can't do this Grimmjow, I never agreed to being kidnapped."
"Think you'd love it if I kidnapped you," I smirk, "I just want you to stay."
"Okay, I'll stay you big baby." Ichigo slumps against the couch and crosses his arms.
I can tell Ichigo's a little mad at me. I can't blame him. After all, I've spent the last few days following him around without his consent and now I'm not letting him leave. I sit down on the chair, watching him. Ichigo's looking away from me, facing the balcony. He's giving me a full dose of his stubborn attitude again, remaining quiet and it makes me wonder what's going through his mind. Is he thinking up a way to get back at me? Maybe he's trying to figure out how to get out. I keep staring at him and I don't really care if it's annoying him. He starts to smile slowly, like he's struck with an idea.
Ichigo stands and takes his top off. I don't take my eyes off him. He knows I'm watching. Ichigo turns around so I'm looking at his back. He grips his pants and slowly pulls them down, bending over as he pulls the pants off his foot. He tosses the pants to the side and turns to face me in his underwear. I don't know what the fuck he's doing. Ichigo's denying me sex but he just stripped down in front of me like that. Now he has the nerve to strut around my house, practically naked. I notice he's ignoring me. I can't stop staring. I slowly start to realise what he's doing. He's teasing. He's fucking teasing me.
"Hey, I know what you're up to," I say and Ichigo turns around to smirk at me.
He faces away from me again, bending over the counter of my kitchen so his backside is the main attraction and starts swaying his ass from side to side. It's fucking hypnotising and he's acting like it's no big deal. He arches his back then bends lower until his chest is sliding against the counter top. He turns his head to look at me over his shoulder, eyes lidded and his cheeks flushed. I grab my dick through my pants. I'm staring at his thighs and ass. When I avert my gaze to his face, we make eye contact and he visibly shivers. I'm mad and hard at the same time.
Ichigo looks away and I have to restrain myself from getting up and grabbing him. He really turns me on. Ichigo moves off the counter and walks past me. He doesn't even look at me. Ichigo moans when he stretches out on the couch. He sits up and starts playing with the sides of his underwear. Pulls the elastic high and low, twisting. Oh fuck. If he keeps this up I'm going to cream my pants. I growl, and this seems to get Ichigo's attention. He looks at me, as if only noticing me now. I can't believe he's doing this to me.
"What are you looking at, daddy?"
Wait. What? My eyes widen slightly. Ichigo's giving me an innocent look. What's gotten into him? I know about this kink but didn't realise Ichigo has it. I bite my lip, palming my erection through my pants. I don't know what's so hot about Ichigo calling me that but it's driving me insane. I'm close to snapping any minute now. I'm about to take him like there's no tomorrow.
"Is daddy mad?" Ichigo asks, tilting his head. He's playing with me. I fucking know it.
"Call me that again and I'm going to fuck you right now whether you want it or not."
"You said you're not going to force me, remember?" Ichigo smiles at me.
"Yeah I remember," I lick my lips.
"So that means you don't fuck me unless I want it."
"Stop playing hard to get," I remind him, "you already know I get what I want Ichigo."
"I know," Ichigo says, still playing with his underwear.
Fuck. Why does he have to tease me like this? I finally shove my hand into my pants and grip my dick, stroking slowly. If he's not going to let me fuck him then he should at least give me something to jack off to.
"Then put on a little show for me before I go fucking crazy looking at your perfect body."
Ichigo bites his lip. I'm good at persuading and I know he's thinking about it. I know he wants me badly, but Ichigo's stubborn enough to have it his way but in the meantime he's torturing me.
"I'm denying you. No shows. No sex. Suffer."
I throw my head back and laugh. Oh shit. He's serious.
"I'm not a masochist," I say staring at the ceiling. "I don't like suffering."
I look at Ichigo again and he changes position on the couch. He bends over the top again. That's it. He can't get away with teasing me like this. I get up, take my hand out of my pants and get on the couch. I grip his hips from behind and thrust against his ass hard making him buckle forward, basically dry humping him. Ichigo slaps my hands away and moves quickly to face me, scowling. I grin back.
"What? You can't blame me. You're irresistible and I fucking love it."
Ichigo looks away, smiling.
"You're really hard. I felt it."
Well no fucking shit I was grinding against him like a dog in heat.
"It's your fault."
Ichigo starts to stir, facing me again.
"Sorry daddy."
FUCK.
The fact that Ichigo's blushing and still saying that is turning me on even more. I grab Ichigo's face with both hands and kiss him. He kisses me back, slinging his arms around my neck. He pulls away, looking into my eyes.
"You're still teasing me, that's why you're calling me that hey."
"Hmm, yeah. You deserve it." Ichigo runs a hand through my hair.
"I deserve your ass," I grin.
Ichigo pulls away and gets off the couch.
"I'm leaving. Sort yourself out."
"What?" I ask, watching as he plucks his shirt off the floor. I'm way too hard and he's blue balling me.
"Come on! You want it as much as I do. I know how badly you want my dick."
"Your hand can help you." Ichigo pulls his shirt on.
"I swear I'll sell you out." Empty threat. But I'll try that just in case.
Ichigo pulls his pants on and zips it up.
"That's not fair, I was only playing. I told you, you can do me all weekend. It's not the weekend yet."
Alright, if he wants it that way then so be it. He better not complain about what I do to him when it finally is the weekend though.
"Okay, Ichigo. You know what? I think it's a good thing I'm giving your ass a break, cause on the weekend I'm going to fuck you till you forget your name, until you can't fucking walk. You gonna have me carrying your sexy ass everywhere."
Ichigo scoffs. "Fucking do it."
Is that a challenge? I smirk.
"Why're you saving it for the weekend anyway?"
"I'm going on break since filming is over. I want you to come to my beach house this weekend. Only us." Ichigo says, completely dressed now.
Ah. So that's why he's denying me sex. He's saving it for the weekend at his beach house. I'm not about to say no to that.
"Yeah I'm coming. You don't need even need to ask."
Ichigo smiles, walking to the door.
"Cya, Grimmjow."
I let him go.
I curse; dropping my pants I sit on the couch and jack myself off. Oh yeah. I'm going to make him scream for this.
I'm glad you guys like it so far and Thank you for the reviews! They really do motivate me to keep writing! Well, I can tell you the next few chaps are going to be quite steamy. Stay turnt.